My Future With Mr White

By: J A Fielding

Natasha hated being in this situation. She hated feeling helpless when her best friend was hurting, and what was even more nerve wrecking was the fact that Rita was not talking about anything. Natasha had half a mind to call Dave and give him a good talking to, or at least try and find out what was going on between the two of them.

It was on a Thursday when Natasha finally decided to break the ice. After taking a shower, she put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and then headed to the living room.

“Good morning,” she said as she walked into the kitchen where Rita was sipping on a glass of orange juice.

“Morning. You look....motherly,” Rita said smiling.

“Don’t start with me. I am not going anywhere and if I wear something nice, Alexis will probably find a reason to puke all over it,” Natasha said as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “Pancakes?” she asked as she walked over to the fridge.

“Sure,” Rita said as she took a seat. She watched Natasha take the batter from the fridge and then walk over to the stove.

“So, any news on your mama?” Natasha asked as she put a pan on the stove. Rita shook her head.

“I don’t know whether to just wait it out and see what happens. That was what I used to do anyway,” Rita said as she took another sip of her juice.

“I know, but this is what, ten years later? Rita, something else is up. She has no reason to fall off the wagon. She has been clean for ten years,” Natasha said.

“Well, the time has changed but maybe she hasn’t,” Rita said. “You know what, I won’t even bother. She wants to talk to me, she can call me,” she said shrugging. Natasha knew she needed not press any more about Rita’s mother.

“What about Dave? Have you talked to him yet?” she asked. Rita shrugged again.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” she said curtly. Natasha smiled as she flipped a pancake.

“Well, honey, you know I love you, but is there a possibility that you might be overreacting?” she asked.

‘You do realize we are in a room full of knives, right?” Rita asked. Natasha looked at her and shook her head.

“You know what, sweetie? I think it’s time for a little tough love. I have known you for more than twenty years and the one consistent thing about you is running away from stuff you don’t want to face, but did you ever consider that maybe just maybe, if you talked to Dave you would solve all this shit? Dave is a great guy, Rita. Talk to him. Find out his side of the story before you take the villagers to his house armed with pitchforks,” she said as she looked at her. There was a long silence before Natasha put another pancake on the pan. “I know you don’t want to hear all this but it’s about time someone told it like it is. Dave loves you and I know you love him too. Swallow your pride and talk to him, or at least pick up his damn calls,” she added before removing the pancake from the pan. She switched off the stove and then walked over to one of the cabinets and took two plates. She served two pancakes on each plate and then sat down after setting one plate in front of Rita. She knew there was a lot of awkwardness in the room but someone had to tell her.

After breakfast, Natasha gave Alexis her breakfast and then sat down to watch a movie. Everything was relatively calm but there wasn’t a lot of conversation between them. When Mitchell came back home that evening, he noticed that everything was not right.

“What’s going on?” he asked Natasha in a whisper. Natasha looked over at Rita who was playing with the baby at that moment.

“I went all tough love on her,” she whispered back. Mitchell smiled and then frowned.

“Really? How did she take it?” he asked.

“How do you think?” she asked as she looked over at Rita again.

“Well, I need to talk to you. Now,” he said as he took Natasha to the bedroom.

“What’s going on?” she asked when she got to the bedroom.

“I had a talk with Dave,” he said. She looked at him and then sat down on the bed. This was not something Mitchell would normally do. He was the one who always insisted on letting things be.

“This,” she said as she looked at him. “So, what happened? What did he say?” she asked.

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